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The kinda shit you see in your redneck cousin’s articles that they post to facebook.

The kinda shit you see in your redneck cousin’s articles that they post to facebook.


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Just because you can’t see the sky because of the clouds ☁ it doesn’t mean the sky isn&r

Just because you can’t see the sky because of the clouds ☁ it doesn’t mean the sky isn’t there.


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Depression has its ups and downs but the most amazing thing about depression is that you become a ve

Depression has its ups and downs but the most amazing thing about depression is that you become a very strong fighter and warrior.


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You should never give up on a dream. It may be difficult to wait of for a result but its more diffic

You should never give up on a dream. It may be difficult to wait of for a result but its more difficult to regret not attempting to do it.


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How many times a week do you fight the urge to stay in bed all day when you know you have to get up

How many times a week do you fight the urge to stay in bed all day when you know you have to get up and battle the day?


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Literally today has been a ‘let’s make lupa explode with feels’ day from learning the history of Teennick, Nick Jr. & nick@nite to learning how TV schedules and programming time slots work to re-watching The Cheetah Girls 2 I literally brought this to myself.

GUYS.

I LOST MY USB.

I

LOST

MY

FUCKING

USB

AND MY RESOURCES WERE ON IT

BRB SOBBING VIOLENTLY IN A CORNER

What it’s like to be me #1

Every Thursday morning my mom checks the big trash can to make sure I cleaned the cat box the night before……

I’ve been cleaning the cat box…. Since forever…

She goes through the fucking garbage to make sure there’s garbage

I swear I’m gonna kms

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fuck2everything:

Hey you on the other side of the mighty Internet!

I know i haven’t been communicating with you allot publicly but i have been talking with allot of you guys privately threw messages and that made me think. Not only have many of you come to me for advice, but you also offered me help. That is when I noticed that there is a massive demand for communication within this community. So i started talking to my girlfriend about it. We both have been dealing with different mental illnesses for most of our young adulthood years. That means that we both still haven’t figured out what helps us. We know that doctors, therapists and medication are not gonna help us in long-term. But we are also both frustrated with people telling us we are lazy or that we just need to take a “chill pill”. People that haven’t felt the emptiness, anxiety, rage, loneliness,… that we experience, telling us what we should do to feel better or that we are just exaggerating.

That being said, we came up with an idea and started working on it. Now that we have come far enough, we decided to tell you what the idea is about.Hopefully, you will see it as something that could either help you with your problem or help other people in the future. Or maybe you just consider our products cool and would like to help us help others. Any kind of help is appreciated either way.

Without further ado, let us present FUCK2EVEYTHING!

We know what you might be thinking. Fuck2everything? Are you kidding me? But if you think about it that should be our life motto. Do what you want, not what others what you to do. Do not try to live up to anyone’s expectations but your own. But also with a controversial name like that we are going to get more people interested in it and because of that educated about it.

So what are we trying to do here is to get people that have mental illnesses or people that really know what it’s like and get us to stand up for this community, educate others about what it’s like and tell them that it is real and kicking. More and more people on this planet have a hard time in this cruel world and we need to start realising it and do something about it.

The fact is that everyone is different. Mental illness is a very complicated thing and everyone is going to have a different approach to dealing with it. There is no pill or a definite thing that is going to help you. But with help from other people there is allot more that you can do, try and eventually find out what helps you.

That is why our main intent is to create a community where everyone can gather and help each other out. 

For starters, we designed a T-shirt with our logo on it.A way for you to support the concept, become a part of the community as well as get something in return.

The idea is that once you wear the T-shirt, you put yourself out there and find those who you can relate to. It is much easier to talk to someone who understands what you are going through. We hope that the T-shirt will bring a sense of community and make sharing and helping each other that much easier.

Unfortunately, in today’s world, an idea like ours needs a solid financial background.

Patrion is for people that don’t want to put themselves out there just yet or are afraid that they won’t know how to help other people one on one but still want to help this community and idea to grow.

So we would like to encourage you to help us build this community with spreading the word. And help us financially with buying the T-Shirts in representation of our community.


Our Etsy: https://www.etsy.com/shop/Fck2everything?ref=l2-shopheader-name 

Our Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/fuck2everything

Our Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/fck2everything/


The Creator of our logo: Kaja Hohnjec 

Her Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/off_the_paper/


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people on tumblr.are nicer than people on twitter I have a twitter only to repost stuff but like. Everyone on there scares me and tumblr is also but its a little better now i think. ive only had like 1 bad experience coming back to tumblr so far

I was still haunted by my experiences and around this time I entered into a phase where the question

I was still haunted by my experiences and around this time I entered into a phase where the question “Why me?” played in my head over and over again. “Why me? Why did he do this to me? Why me, when all I did was love him?” There was a sense of stuckness, an inability to move forward as I struggled to make sense of why all of this had happened. I cried out years worth of tears and journalled constantly but even with all the release, the same question continued to persist: “Why me?”

And then one day something clicked. I began to consider his life and personal history and realized that he was a product of the environment in which he grew up, and that it really wasn’t about me at all. It was healing for me to see that his behaviour came from his own place of pain, and there was nothing I had done to bring it on, nothing about me that had warranted such cruel treatment. I didn’t cause it in him, nor could I have ended it. I’d gotten a sense of at least some of his pain when I was first getting to know him, and it influenced my initial decisions to not leave him; I didn’t want to abandon him during a rough phase in his life. But in an attempt to bring peace to the war within him, I had gotten caught in the crossfire.


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Strange/funny/akward/creepy things happening to me at the Meal Center (that’s set up like a restaurant) where I volunteer sometimes

-Some man went “Are you muslim?” And i replied yes and he proceeded to tell me about his muslim friend and asked me if I know her

-A man ate like 10 plates of the meal which was pretty hefty. The funny/awkward part was that I asked him if he wanted dessert like 5 times cuz each time I thought he was done but he kept asking for another meal

-A man came up to me, uncomfortably close, and talked to me about something but I dont even remember what he said because I was only thinking about the fact that he’s too close

-A man came up next to me, literally standing next to me like a foot away, and asked me if it got hot because of my hijab

-This one man suddenly asking me really loudly “Are you Pakistani?!?” And when I nodded yes he turned to the person next to him and said stuff in Spanish. And I could’ve tried to listen and see what he says (I understand some Spanish because of school) but I knew he was talking about me and I didn’t really wanna know what he was saying

-One man I swear I 95% heard say sketchy stuff like “picked the lock”, “the things were in this room”, and “looked through apartments”. The same guy was talking about jails later and why people are in jail

a broken heart is the worst, it’s like having broken ribs, nobody can see it, but it hurts every time you breathe..

So, when I was about 8 or 9 years old, I once went to this dentist by where I live. Now, as a kid, I didn’t have the best oral health, so I was going in for a root canal. I had been to this dentist before for fillings and cleanings and stuff, but on that particular day, my dentist was out of town, so I got a different one. Now I go in and sit down, she introduces herself, whatever, that whole thing. After that, she gives me the novacaine, which is one of the parts only because of the damn needle they have to shove in your damn mouth. So it starts to make my mouth numb as usual, only this time something was a little off. I noticed that I could still feel the area around my tooth she would be working on. I tried to tell her, but she waved me off saying that I was imagining it. Then the drill came out. She told me that if I felt any pain to raise my hand, and that’s what I did almost as soon as she started drilling. And I shit you not, she put my hand down and told me that I shouldn’t be feeling it, and to stop lying. It is, to this day, the most painful thing I have ever experienced in my life. Pure, unrelenting, pain. The thing was too, that she didn’t even finish, they had to the rest of it another time. From that point on, I LOATHED going to the dentist, and I still flinch whenever I hear that damn high pitched drill noise. So yeah, fuck that dentist chick.

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